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Mio stretches her arms in an attempt to loosen some of the tension in her shoulders. She'd been working on this filing project for nearly a week now, and she was finally almost done with sorting all of the papers. Mio mentally sighed in exasperation for about the thousandth time since she'd begun this project. Seriously, it was like someone had just tossed all of this paperwork in the boxes without even bothering to do any preliminary sorting. It was extremely unprofessional, she didn't know how they managed to stay in business with accounting that sloppy.

Mio finishes the stack that she had been working on and glances at the clock. 5 til noon. Time for lunch. Mio gets up and heads for the break room.

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Nagi is already in the breakroom. He's got his feet up on a table and he's watching the TV as he takes notes. There's something truly awesome about how watching TV is slacking and researching markets at the same time. The Nexus is made of win.

Mio tries not to stare at ~~the brat~~ Naoe-shacho. Not only could she barely wrap her mind around the fact that a kid that young was the president of the studio, here he was just sitting so casually in the breakroom like he had nothing better to do!

"Good day, Naoe-shacho," Mio says rather stiffly.

(Poor Mio can't wrap her head around the fact that not all company presidents are stuck up pricks like her father. ^_^;;)

"Hey. There's chimichangas in the fridge. You just need to heat them up a little, if you want some." Nagi's eyes stay on the TV as he contemplates how Dresden is delivering that lovely heartfelt speech while also copping a feel. He's got a script where he could probably work in something like that.

"No thank you, I brought a bento of my own." Mio pauses for a moment while she walks over to the fridge and tries to figure out what the hell a chimichanga is while she retrieves her bento. "Pardon my asking, but what is a chimichanga?" To Mio's eyes, they looked sort of like giant egg rolls.

"They're kinda like the Mexican food version of eggrolls. They're pretty good, but not exactly the healthiest thing in the world." Because deep-frying makes everything taste better.

Mio sits down with her bento box at a nearby table. "Ah. I do not believe I have ever tried Mexican food. How did you learn about them? Mexican restaurants are not very common in Japan." Mio is assuming Nagi is from Japan. He is Japanese, after all.

"There was a place a few blocks down from my team's apartment a few years back, but I went to school outside of Japan. The cafeteria menus were pretty eclectic."

"Your team?"

"Ah, I am sorry, I should not be asking about your personal life." Mio quickly apologizes. Talking with Naoe-shacho was stressful enough, she didn't need to add more by speaking without thinking.

Mio carefully opens up her bento. "Itadakimasu."

Nagi shrugs. "Don't really mind. I work with a team of other talents back in my world. There are alts of most of them around here. Schu drops by every once in a while, but you probably won't see the other two around here."

"Is that how you got started in the entertainment business?" Mio is confusing psychic talents with the kind of talents who appear on Japanese variety shows.

Nagi catches that and is really, really amused. "In a roundabout way. Most of what I do is more in the special effects department. Although I also mess with cameras and do some editting." Um, yeah, Nagi. Whatever you say.

"Oh really? I would not have expected that. Most of the talents I know are not nearly as involved in the creation of their material." Most of the talents Mio knows (there were always a few that managed to get invited to her family's parties) were entirely too stupid to be able to handle any of the tasks involved in the production of their shows anyway.

Nagi shrugs, totally amused by the misinterpretation and wanting to see how far he can take it. "We don't like depending on others."

Mio definitely understands the feeling of not wanting to depend on others, but she plays Devil's advocate anyway. "But sometimes it is necessary. There is a limit to how much a single person, or even a small group, can accomplish in a reasonable time frame."

"You'd be surprised." After all, look at what Schwarz has done! "But if I was determined to do things completely on my own, I wouldn't bother having office staff."

"It is a good thing you are not, because then I would be out of a job." Mio smiles (albeit a superficial social one), conceding the point.

Nagi had been wanting to end the topic, so he's pleased it worked.

"How's the job, by the way? Do the hours work for you? I'm pretty sure you were interested in schooling as well. Have you had time for that?"

"The job has been going well, thank you." (Filing frustrations not withstanding, that is, but she's not going to say that in front of Naoe-shacho.)

"I have been searching for either a night school or a correspondence program in the Nexus, but I have not found anything thus far."

"Huh. I'll see what I can dig up. Although, we could probably arrange things so you could go to school during the day and you could work in the evening if it comes to that." It's not that Nagi likes Mio, exactly, but she's one of his people now. And it really sucks to be telepathic around unhappy people.

"Thank you, that would be very helpful." For the record, Mio doesn't like Nagi either, but she's going to be polite to him because he is her boss.

Nagi yawns suddenly. He looks a bit annoyed over it, but gets up and stretches anyway. "I oughta get back to stuff. Later."

"Have a good day, Naoe-shacho."

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